I always thought you liked me
Though I've taken you for granted...

Infatuation, admiration,
Fascination and attraction...

Is there really luck
When it comes to love...

Footprints in the sand, being washed away by the...
The glistening dew in the petals, being dried up...

Every single poem I make
Is all about this heart ache...

Before when you confessed
I felt really dismayed...

It might take a while coz the poem's kinda long...
Nothing is simply nothing...

Guys come and go
And buckets and buckets of tears are shattered...

Why did you tell me you like me?
Now that I thought everything's okay...

With the sky as my paper
And the moon as my pen...

Is it for real
Or are you just a show off...

Love is so, so blind
Can't he see that she's not the girl he used to...